Night

Moonlight

~*~*~

The stars shine brightly in the sky,
Like the glittering petals of roses in the sun.
Melancholy hangs heavy in the air,
Like the fragrance of a thousand gardenias.
The heart yearns for a past forgotten,
Where empty words were once echoed.

The touch of the silver moonlight
Sends a chill running through the air.
The mind feels elated as the wind touches the cheeks,
Though it is cold, inside there is only warmth.
As the mind forays ahead seeking adventures,
Under the keen eye of this sad silence.

The crickets chirp their midnight song,
Fireflies dance to the tune of the wind.
The feet touching the soft grass feel lighter,
As they too begin to sway to the rhythm.
The sorrow blows with a deafening song,
A song to soothe the nostalgia in the soul.

Drops of honey scented rain begin to fall,
Softly drenching the turmoils of the heart.
The pain, the anger, the darkness, washes away,
All that remains is a dose of bittersweetness.
And the heart grows wings and sings its song,
Of joyful tomorrows, and dolorous yesteryears.

Was this sorrow always a part of the will,
The will to feel, the will to live, the will to die?
For without it, I can feel no joy.

~*~*~

The above has been written for Week 25 Thursday Poet’s Rally.

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40 thoughts on “Night”

  1. “And the heart grows wings and sings its song,
    Of joyful tomorrows, and dolorous yesteryears.”

    Love this optimistic note πŸ™‚

  2. Who would have ever known a joy, had there been no sorrow…right?
    Loved those last few lines that brought out this positive message πŸ™‚

    The imagery in the rest of the poem is just brilliant, girl! I liked the way you point out so many aspects to love, each much longed for, but each having its own vacuous nature! You have so wonderfully shown a yin-yang thingie to every aspect! πŸ™‚
    Totally enjoyed this read!

    1. Aww thanks πŸ™‚ I have always believed that there is no real joy unless you’ve felt pain. The more pain you’ve felt, the more you appreciate good times when they come your way.

      Love is a strange thing…

  3. Fireflies dance to the tune of the wind…This is a perfect image of fireflies over a field at night…a well written poem. Thanks for sharing with us:)
    Rally On!

    Tracy H

    1. Aww, sorry that it made you cry. But yes I can understand why, it often bleeds my heart as well.

      Thank you for visiting and reading. πŸ™‚ I am glad you liked it.

  4. You have a true way with words. This poem was beautifully sad and hopeful at the same time. My favorite line was …Fireflies dance to the tune of the wind.

    I’ll never look at Fireflies the same again.

    Regards…

    1. Wow, I never thought that line could make an impact. I am glad you enjoyed it. Dancing fireflies do make a lovely thought and image, don’t you think? πŸ™‚

  5. Beautiful poem, awesome metaphors.

    “Melancholy hangs heavy in the air,
    Like the fragrance of a thousand gardenias.”

    touches me in some deep part, as does the almost rhetorical question at the end:

    “Was this sorrow always a part of the will,
    The will to feel, the will to live, the will to die?”

    and its response:

    “For without it, I can feel no joy.”

    I can only ditto…

    1. Thank you! I really believe that sorrow is an essential sentiment we need to feel before having the capability to feel real joy. I am glad you enjoyed it. πŸ™‚

  6. love the fireflies and crickets – all the metaphors of night….and the question of free will…bkm

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